Your earth is run by robbers
Who kill men with exploitation and torture.
The wine of blood is their drink;
Still at Your throne You are silent.
Skies, seas, planets and stars
Move and stop by Your order;
Your reign is everywhere--at the beginning
And at the end of the universe.
Only You have given the charge
Of ruling earth on men's hands;
There the robbers commit crimes
And destroy civilization with fire and arms.
Men are crying, laughing the Satan;
Your earth turns to ashes by the fire of hatred
As if she were a crematorium;
Still You are silent, quiet and dumb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the wicked fist the world is hilarious the humanity and peace everything is in the hands no escape beginning to end robbers there, robbers here as if time of world for robber
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